The last two weeks have been rather unstable–a lot of coming and going and not staying put. So it is that I’ve not much to record in the matter; except perhaps that I’ve managed to have an awful lot of tea. Or that somewhere in the middle of going about my son found time to copy his name… Continue reading But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.

It was my intention to include a nature walk as part of the morning routine; I am finding it difficult, however, to work a walk into the morning time slot since my small children move at the rate of molasses. So this week I set aside an entire morning for the singular purpose of a nature walk. We drove down… Continue reading Or would like to have your tea first?

I’ve decided that is the best subtitle ever. It belongs to the rather delightful if not entirely amiable Hilaire Belloc poem “Matilda,” which I found in the Oxford Book of Poetry for Children. It is one of many children’s poetry anthologies I am perusing these days because in addition to books, I like to read a few poems during our morning story… Continue reading Who Told Lies And Was Burned To Death

I suppose I might accurately describe this week as our first week of (un)schooling. It was nothing very structured, mind you, but in a flexible sort of fashion we were able to incorporate a new morning time routine into three of our weekdays—though not always in the morning. They were really rather simple—a combination of music, literature,… Continue reading The Rain Is Raining All Around